Kenny went wearily up the stairway and set the lamp in a corner of the hallway.
"Well," bristled the old man. "Why don't you say something? What are you going to do about it?"
"It's the kind of night," said Kenny, "that you always have a fire. I'm going to wheel you back where it's safe and warm."
Adam chuckled.
"That's what I thought you'd do," he jeered.
"And then?"
"Then," thundered Kenny in a blaze of temper, "I'm going back!"
As usual his show of temper filled the invalid with delight.
"Humph!" said he. "So am I."
Kenny stopped the chair with a jerk.